Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 23:19:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl
Subject: MARINE ENCOUNTER - PART V
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance
between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely
accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're
forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held
opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful.
This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and
whom I care very much about.
Marine Encounter - Part V
by RimPig (c) 2001
It only took one look in Shawn's eyes to know that he was telling me the
complete, honest truth. I was the only one that Shawn had ever felt "the
spark" with. As he held my hand I reached over with the other one and
stroked his cheek, feeling the rough, 'sand-paper' feel of his day-old
growth of beard and the warm skin under it. I leaned down and kissed his
forehead and then placed mine against his. We stayed that way for a few;
precious moments. I was so overwhelmed by the total love and commitment
that this young warrior was offering me. Could I handle this? Could I
accept this? Better still, was I capable of living up to his expectations?
These were the thoughts that were going through my head. And then I stopped
myself. What was I going on about! Could I handle this, could I live up to
his expectations? I had no doubt whatever that I could. The real problem
had always been someone handling mine! And on that point, I had no doubts
either. Shawn was more than capable of living up to my expectations. My
God! He'd already exceeded them!
"Will you either give me a two-carat pear-shaped solitaire or get up off
your knees." I grinned at him.
"Nah! I got something better for you!" he said.
And ducking his head down, he quickly sucked my soft cock into his warm,
wet mouth and began to gently suck on it. As I sat there with his head
bobbing up and down in my lap, it took no time at all for me to become a
rigid as a steel I-beam. I was frankly amazed at how well Shawn could deep
throat my cock. I could feel his tongue running up and down the underside
of my cock and tickling it at the edge of the crown.
As he continued to gobble my man-meat, I put my arms behind my head and
stretched my body in the bright sunlight. God! It felt so good to have the
warm sun beating down on my body and this hunk of a Marine going down on my
cock! I seriously considered just letting him suck my cock until I shot jet
after jet of warm jism down his jarhead throat. But that wasn't near as
much fun as some other ideas of how to use his hard, well-trained military
body. I felt like fucking Marine butt and there was a nice one just below
my cock!
"What say we take this into the bedroom, soldier?" I asked.
"Sir! Yes, Sir!" he shouted, taking his mouth off my dripping dork.
He got up off his knees and I could see his hard cock pointing at me. I
started to rise, but he put his hand on my shoulder and held me down in the
chair.
"Sir! Gunnery Sergeant O'Reilly needs to take a piss, Sir!" he shouted in
his 'parade ground' voice.
"Proceed, Gunnery Sergeant" I said, in my best imitation of a command
voice.
I knew what he intended. He thought he would piss all over me. But I had
other ideas. As his warm piss began to shoot from his cock-head, I quickly
swooped down and sucked the head of his hard pissing cock into my mouth and
rapidly began swallowing his piss-load. It was a strong flow and, at first,
I had some difficulty getting a rhythm to the swallowing. After a few
seconds, however, I had no difficulty in handling the stream of hot piss
pouring out of the piss-lips of his rock-hard cock. The taste was a bit
stronger than the beer-piss last night, but I wanted it more than I had
last night. I wanted to take this part of his body inside of mine. I moved
from the chair to my knees by instinct. I wanted to be on my knees to
receive this most intimate of 'communions' from this lover/warrior/god who
stood before me. I wanted to take what, to many, was a degrading act and
transform it into an act of love, of dedication, of union with the male
that I chose to make the center of my world.
Shawn seemed to instinctually understand what my actions meant. He reached
down with both hands and held my head while his cock continued to spew piss
into my mouth.
"Yes, take my hot piss inside you!" he growled, "Take my piss and let it
flow through you until it makes you become a part of me! Drink from my hard
cock. Your mouth feels so good on it!"
I drank! I continued to swallow and as the flow diminished, I began to suck
on his fleshy rod of steel, my tongue rapidly fluttering over the underside
of his rigid maleness. He began moaning and shoving is cock deeper and
deeper into my mouth until it hit the opening of my throat and traveled
beyond it. He gripped my head with his immensely strong hands and began to
slam his cock fully in and out of my willing mouth, all the while pulling
my head tight into his groin. I could smell the sweat and musk of his
crotch and it made my cock drool cock-snot in quarts do that a puddle soon
formed beneath me.
My hands were gripping his ass cheeks while fingers from both hands were
eagerly exploring his sweaty, slimy butt-trench searching for his
hole. Finding it, I shoved two fingers, one from each hand, as deep into
the recess of his body as I could reach. He grunted at the intrusion but
seemed to push his ass back farther to take more of my exploring digits
into his shit-chute. I quickly added two more fingers up his slimy hole and
he moaned in desire for more.
I pulled back, letting his cock pop out of my mouth and pulled my fingers
from his ass as well. With him watching me, I brought both hands to my
face and, looking directly into his eyes while I did it, I took deep whiffs
of the four fingers that I had pulled from his ass. The aroma caused an
uncontrolled moan of delight and desire to escape my lips. He gave me a
wolfish leer, noting my total surrender to my desire for his scent and his
funk. Slowly he turned around and spread his legs to shoulder width,
presenting his hard, bubble-butt to my face and then slowly bent over,
grabbing the cheeks of his ass and spreading them giving me total access to
his rank, ripe hole.
"Yeah, smell my fucking ass! Shove your nose in that nasty crack and have a
good whiff!" he growled at me from between his spread legs.
I leaned forward and buried my face in his reeking ass trench, my nose
pushed right up against his slimy, fragrant hole. I proceeded, as ordered,
to take deep whiffs of his butt funk. No poppers on earth - not even the
real amyl that I could occasionally score from a friend who worked in a
hospital - could give me the rush that the rank scent of Shawn's ripe
butthole and trench could! I breathed as deep as I could and as often as I
could to try and savor every scintilla of aroma which had percolated
between his hard, round military butt-cheeks. This was aged
Shawn-scent. Hours of sweat, musk and ass-juice which had be perfectly
cooked by the warmth between his buns. And here he was, my warrior/lover,
openly offering me that most hidden, protected and intensely personal place
on a man's body. I was overwhelmed by the scent and the emotions I felt
kneeling there with my face pressed into his butt.
But smelling wasn't enough. I pulled my face back to have one last look at
the almost smooth trench, just sprinkled with a light dusting of golden
hair and the pink, wrinkled lips of his hole before pressing my face once
again between the cheeks - only this time with my tongue pushed out as far
as I could get it to taste the wonderful salty-tart flavors which the aroma
of his butt promised.
I began by dragging my tongue slowly from the bottom of his ass-trench to
the top with infinite slowness - savoring each millimeter of his
butt-crack. This way, I could have one last whiff of this most powerful
scent before my tongue swiped it away with the flavors to be found
there. And what tastes! The saltiness of sweat, the darkness of the musk
and the tang of the ass juices which have escaped through his delicate ass
lips. This mixture, so precious because this distilled essence of maleness
takes time to carefully steep in the warm recesses of these muscular
glutes, tingled on my tongue as it approached the soft, slick skin of the
sacred opening to my muscular warrior god's body. That fleshy portal I
yearned to breech - first with my tongue, reaching as far inside as I
could, swiping back and forth to taste the richer, darker tartness of the
interior of him. Later, craving to join our bodies by invading this orifice
with my rigid flesh-pole which now stood so rigidly I experienced exquisite
pain from it's hardness.
But I had not time to think of what was to come. Now my mind, heart could
only focus on the luscious offering that my warrior/god made to my probing
tongue. I pushed against his ass-lips and easily breeched his hole again
and again, using the ancient rhythm of pleasure to fuck his hole with my
oral dildo, all the while having my lips of my mouth wrapped around the
lips of his ass and sucking hard to draw forth more of his precious
ass-juice to savor.
I heard my warrior/lover moan deeply as I continued to worship at and
minister to his ass. Then he began to grind his butt into my face, moving
his hips around to grant me maximum access to his inner reaches. He moaned
his craving for deeper and wider penetration. And then, he began to move
his ass over my entire face, marking me with his ass scent, like a rutting
male marking territory which belonged to him alone.
"Yeah, cover your face with my butt-stink! I want you to smell like my ass!
I want to smell and taste my ass on your face!" he growled as he worked his
ass against my face.
I cooperated by rubbing my face against his ass-crack to get as much of his
scent on me as I could. I wanted to be marked by this alpha-male! I wanted
to be his property. I wanted to belong to him.
And as if he knew of my desire, he spun around and finished marking me with
a stream of hot, golden piss which shot from his cock. He had held this arc
of liquid gold back from my earlier ingestion with the intent of drenching
me so that I would smell like his ass and his piss. Only then was I to be
given the privilege of entering his body with my cock and service the needs
of his inner body. This was no surrender on his part as I surrendered to
him. I knew instinctively that he would be in total control of my servicing
of his ass. And I felt that this was only meet and right to worship my
warrior/god. It was a fitting and proper way to achieve oneness with him.
Once he had me completely wetted down with his piss, he squatted down and
upon reaching my level, began to lick his hot piss from my body and to
taste his ass on my face. I could smell the hot, raunchy smell rising from
his crotch - simmering with the intense pheromones coming from his sweaty
balls as well as the reek from his pits. His overwhelming scent was making
me hornier and harder. My cock felt like it wanted to tear itself from my
body entirely. I needed him. I needed to shove my cock deep in his hot
jarhead butt and fuck him like a Marine needs to be fucked - HARD! I wanted
to fuck his ass by the rules I'd heard that Jarheads had about fucking:
Fuck It! Fuck It Hard! Fuck It Again! That's how I wanted to fuck this
warrior! Hard and again!
But Shawn had other ideas. He stood up, leaving me on my knees.
"Stay there!" he ordered.
I felt like I was an Irish Setter! But, the command nature of his voice
sent a thrill through me. I stayed.
He went over to the lounge chairs and dragged both of the cushions off them
and dragged them over to where I was. He lay them both out next to each
other forming a bed of sorts. He then walked back over to me and, taking me
by the shoulders, he pushed me down on my back on the cushions.
There I lay, my hard cock reaching for the sky and throbbing with each beat
of my heart. Shawn stood at my feet looking down at me. I could see his
cock was as hard as mine and his incredible warrior body gleamed in the sun
from his sweat. He truly from the angle I was looking at him looked like a
Warrior God! And it looked like I was the sacrifice. A very willing
sacrifice. But no virgin!
Shawn knelt down and immediately deep throated my cock. I groaned, almost
bending in half as I grabbed his head and spread my legs. Shawn continued
to move up and down on my cock until it and my crotch were soaked with his
spit. I wasn't sure what was going on until he stood up and straddled my
groin with his legs. Then I knew. I was going to fuck his ass - but he was
going to be in control.
Shawn did a deep squat and, reaching behind him, he took hold of my cock
and slowly slid his ass down it until his balls were resting on my crotch
hair. My cock slid into the hot wetness of his hole which gripped my me in
the tight sheath of ass. He settled there and then began to wiggle his ass
against my crotch. This caused my cock to stir around inside his ass which
felt so good I started groaning. Shawn looked down at me and gave me an
evil grin as he continued to move his ass around like a mixing machine.
Slowly, he began to move upward a few inches only to suddenly drop back
onto my crotch, driving my cock deeper into his fuck hole. I groaned
again. Shawn reached down and grabbed my nipples and began to squeeze
them. I moaned at the sharp pain but felt my cock become even harder in his
butt.
He continued to ride my cock, moving faster and faster up and down my
shaft. His hard cock bounced against his hard abs and left trails of
cock-snot against them. He stared deeply into my eyes as he pulled almost
off my cock, merely catching the ridge of the head by the lips of his hole
and then plunged down completely on my rigid cock. Each time he did this, I
raised my hips and drove my cock even harder and deeper into his hole. I
could feel the tight ball of his prostate rubbing against my cock as he
moved up and down. I could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted me. He
wanted my cock. He wanted me to cum in him and join us as one.
I was getting close. I couldn't hold back. I began to thrash under him, my
head involuntarily tossing from side to side. Finally, I knew I could not
hold back any longer. I looked up into his eyes and found him smiling down
at me, proud of himself for forcing me to cum when I didn't want to. I
opened my mouth, but no sound came out as I poured my seed into his willing
ass. I shuddered under him as I shot my jism as deep as I could in his ass.
But he didn't cum. As I finally stopped coming he with drew his cock from
my shaft and stood up. Moving to my feet, he knelt down, grabbed my ankles
and lifted them up and pushed my legs back until my ass was raised and
spread to his view. He rolled me back until I was resting on my shoulders
and he bent down and began to lick and suck at my ripe hole. He savored the
scent of my ass and then began to lick and suck at my hole, forcing his
tongue deep inside to taste the inner reaches of my ass. He drooled into my
hole, leaving it wet and dripping.
He lowered my legs, and placed the head of his cock at the opening of my
body. He milked his cock and his plentiful cock-snot flowed onto and into
my hole, lubing me even further. I watched him with some trepidation. I had
not been fucked this soon after cumming in a long time, but if he wanted my
ass - it belonged to him!
He pressed forward and, rather than powering forward as I expected, he
slowly and gently pushed his cock into my ass. His entry was so gentle that
I experienced no pain but only the joy of being joined to him and thrill of
once again accommodating him within my body. When his crotch hair tickled
my ass-lips and I knew he was buried to the hilt in my hole, he leaned
forward and kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue in my mouth and tasting
me. I could taste my ass on his tongue and I moaned at the taste. Then he
raised again and began to slowly fuck me, making sure that I derived
maximum pleasure from the movement of his massive cock against my
pleasure-knot.
"Yeah! Marine! Fuck that hole!" I moaned. "Fuck me HARD! Take my fucking
ass!"
He followed orders exactly! He began to pound my ass, snapping his hips
each time he drove forward to drive his cock as deeply in my ass as it
would go. He became an animal, breeding in rut. He slammed his cock harder
and faster into my body. And I loved every minute in it!
My cock, which had never gone soft, began to tingle. I suddenly realized
that I was going to cum again, without even touching myself. I began to
moan.
"Oh, God! Shawn! I'm going to cum!!!" I screamed out.
He grinned down at me.
"Cum, Babe! Shoot your load! I want to see you cum while I fuck the load
out of you!"
I looked into his eyes as he continued to pound my prostate with his
cock. Suddenly, I felt tears welling up, even as my orgasm built. I was
crying and cumming at the same time. Crying out of the tremendous joy I
felt at being one with this beautiful, gentle warrior. Knowing that the
last of the walls inside me which kept me from totally loving him were
gone. My heart sang in joy even as my cock spewed out my seed on my chest
and stomach.
Seeing my tears he leaned down and licked them away with his tongue and
then brought their saltiness to my lips. I reached up and slid my arms
around his neck as he kissed me deeply. He began to moan in my mouth and I
felt his cock harden and expand in my ass. I felt the tremors begin in his
body and felt his cock shiver as he shot his load deep inside me. He moaned
into my mouth and I clutched him to me. My tears continued to flow down my
cheeks as I became the vessel for his seed.
As his orgasm subsided, he relaxed on top of me and I wrapped my legs
around his waist. He buried his face in my neck and I stroked his head,
neck and shoulders, feeling his body gradually relax from all of his sexual
exertion. I felt him turn his head and begin to lick my neck, eventually
locking onto the skin and sucking hard, this time physically and visibly
marking me as his own. A shiver went through my body when he did this. I
wanted to be his. I wanted to be his alone. I wanted to be his alone
forever.
His cock finally grew soft and slipped from my well-used butt. He raised up
on his elbows and looked down at me.
"I can't help it. I know you've got some problems in the past. So have
I. Neither one of us trust very easily. But I swear to you, I love you. I
love you and I want you. And I promise I won't hurt you. I just want you to
be mine - now and always. Can you handle that?" he looked deeply into my
eyes ask he asked this.
"Yes, Shawn, I can. I know now that I want to by yours - always. We'll find
a way to work it out. I don't ever want to lose you! That's what's really
scaring me now! How much I want you and how much I know it would hurt if I
ever lost you! But I'm willing to take that chance because I can't imagine
not having you in my life now." I swore to him.
"So what do we do now?" he asked.
"We go take a shower and go out to dinner." I said simply.
"No, I mean about us!" he growled.
"We don't do anything. There's nothing to do other than what we're
doing. We just love each other and take it one day at a time. There is no
other way to live life." I reached up and gently kissed his lips.
"Yeah! I guess you're right. I'm just always looking for what I need to
do." he said.
"Curse of the Marine Corps. You're too goal and task oriented. You've got
to learn to relax, Shawn." I counseled him.
"You teach me how." he smiled.
"With pleasure, Love. With pleasure!"
We went into the apartment and played in the shower for a while, washing
each other's bodies with loving hands and splashing a playing like little
boys.
We got dressed and went downstairs to the garage. We got into my black
'Vette and drove to dinner. We had beautiful steaks but barely noticed the
food. We were too busy just looking at each other. We then drove to the
theater.
As we walked toward the theater, we passed a jewelry store. Shawn stopped
to look in the window. I would have enjoyed looking but I suddenly had to
take a piss very badly. I told Shawn and he told me to go on upstairs to
the theater and he'd meet me up there. I went up to the theater and went to
the men's room. When I came out, Shawn was standing there waiting for me.
We went and got our tickets and went into the theater. We sat in the back
away from everybody and during the show, Shawn reached over and took my
hand and held it. It was such a shy and gentle thing to do. I don't think
I'd ever just held hands with a man in a darkened theater. It was so
romantic!
We both enjoyed the film. I was glad because it told me we also had a sense
of humor in common. We drove back to the condo and Shawn asked me to take
a walk on the beach with him and I gladly went. Again, he reached for my
hand and held it while we walked. The moon was out and it lit the beach the
night we met - could it have only been last night? It seemed like I'd been
in love with him forever. And maybe I had been. Maybe I'd always loved him
and was only waiting for God to decide it was time for us to meet?
Shawn sat down in the sand near the water's edge and pulled me down with
him. As we sat there looking out at the water, he reached over and put his
arm around my shoulders. I snuggled up to him and he leaned down and gently
kissed my cheek.
We sat there silently for a while, just looking out at the water. Finally
Shawn broke the silence.
"I can't believe we just met here last night!" he echoed my own
thoughts. "I feel like I've known you all my life."
"I feel exactly the same way, Shawn. I know I've loved you all my life. I
was just waiting for you to show up!" I smiled up at him.
"I'm sorry I've been so long." he said. "But maybe I can make up some for
that with this...." he reached into his pocket and drew out a small black
box.
He opened the box and I saw laying there a beautiful ring with a faceted
stone. Taking a second look, I realized it was a faceted peridot, my August
birth stone!
"What is this?!" I was overwhelmed by this offering.
"It's for you. I know it's not much. I don't have all your money, but I
wanted you to have something from me that says we belong together. Is it
all right?" he asked.
I took the ring from the box and held it up to him.
"Put it on me. Please." I looked into his eyes, begging him with mine.
He took the ring and taking hold of my left hand, put the band of gold and
on my ring finger - just where a wedding band belonged. Then he raised my
hand to his lips and kissed the ring on my finger. There were tears in my
eyes again. I loved him so much and I was so happy at that moment. He let
go of my hand and, putting his arm around me, drew me to him and kissed me
deeply.
"You have made me the happiest man alive, Shawn." I said, breaking the
kiss. "And I love the ring. It will never come off my finger again. Unless
you take it off." I promised him.
"I want you to be my lover, my partner, whatever you want to call it. I
want to share my life with you. I know this is sudden, but I've never felt
so positive and right about anything in my entire life. I know what I want
and what I want is you - always beside me." Shawn swore to me.
"I want you for my lover and partner. I want to share my life and all that
I have with you. I promise to love you always." I vowed to him.
And with these words, I knew that we were as 'married' as if we'd been
married at the high altar of St. John the Divine Cathedral. We needed no
priest, no witnesses. The moon was our witness and God himself smiled down
at our love. For truly, God had made us for each other. It just took time
for us to find each other.
We went back to the condo and slowly undressed each other, planting kisses
on each other's bodies. We lay down on the bed but found that we did not
need to make love. Instead we fell asleep in each other's arms.
End of Part V.
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